OLD-FASHIONED FLOWERS 



named Pyramidalis, works such mira- 

 cles, throws out sheaves and twists gar- 

 lands formed of a thousand uniform 

 flowers so prodigiously immaculate and 

 transparent that they who see it for the 

 first time, refusing to believe their eyes, 

 want to touch with their finger the 

 bluey marvel, cool as a fountain, pure 

 as a source, unreal as a dream. 



Meanwhile, in a blaze of light, the 

 great white Lily, the old lord of the gar- 

 dens, the only authentic prince among 

 all the commonalty issuing from the 

 kitchen-garden, the ditches, the copses, 

 the pools and the moors, among the 

 strangers come from none knows 

 where, with his invariable six-petalled 

 chalice of silver, whose nobility dates 

 C *3 II 



